Everyone loves food (and Raymond). Boys like food. Girls like food. I like food. We all like food. Nothing brings people together like a great meal (and great drinks), especially on crisp and crunchy fall evenings. At times when the world feels a little freaky, and we all just need a fat glass of vino, or delicious vegan tacos, or Oreo gems, or positive words, there’s only one thing the doctor calls for: a get together with a solid group of gals.
It’s wedding SZN in America, babies. We’re taking a moment to get real, from a guest's perspective, with all the brides to be out there. We love y’all, we cherish y’all, and we are thrilled to be there to dance with your single cousin, Nielson, all night long. We’re honored to dive for bouquets and tear that dance floor UP, but you gotta help us get there. So, today we’re talking wedding welcome bags with the OG wedding attendant, DWJstyle. She’s done a beauty 360 and packed three of our Tiny Packages with all kinds of legit wedding loot, so you don’t have to act like a fool on Pinterest all Saturday.
The dash a digi' and schedule is busy. Better get ready for Europe with Debbie. It’s time to: Work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work. If you don't speak Rebecca after five K-Cups, allow me to translate: Deb's back from the Europe times, and we've got a lot to download. So, sit down, shut it, and swig as much of this style sauce as you can. Ello and arrivederci, babies, it's Milan and London time.
I would be remiss to choose one, specific theme to elaborate on everything that’s happening in fashion for 2018/2019. Yikes, that reads like the thesis for a term paper on the selected works of William Faulkner due Monday morning at nine, but you conveniently waited to start it on Sunday at 6 PM. But, seriously, you can’t put the overarching theme of the upcoming season in a box, folks, so try to keep an open mind and closet. There’s going to be comebacks from a couple different eras, like the’60s,’80’s,’90s, and maybe even, like, the Gold Rush (I’ve seen some western wares that make me want to yell, “Yee-freakin-HAW!”).
Last week members of the Marketing Team shot our Spring Summer 2019 product in Austin, Texas. The super hip city played the ideal backdrop for next summer's collection of groovy new patterns. As fabulous and fun loving as these destination shoots may appear, it ain’t all glitz, glam, and brisket tacos. The photoshoot team has to transport over 150 pieces of SCOUT product. Over the years, we've tried every packing solution, and there’s nothing as efficient as the 4 Boys Bag. If you're headed to the Lone Star State, you better be packin’ heat and bring a bag with some Texas-level bandwidth.
Visualization is, quite literally, what dreams are made of and can be an incredibly useful and entertaining tool, especially when planning a celebration of your own. First we visualize, then we start preparing. And, if there’s anyone who knows how to turn party dreams into realities, it’s lil’ Deb Waterman Johns. She’s hot off the party planning skillet after hosting the 14th Annual Go Bo! rager at her home in Georgetown last weekend. Trust me y'all, hosting is a habit, so you're gonna wanna get like Deb.
Give me “The Rachel.” I’ll have an Arnold Palmer. We’ll take a carafe of Shirley Temple. What if you were so fabulous, so charismatic, and special, a refreshing beverage or cute haircut was named after you? It would be super flattering, of course, to be immortalized by your own name. That’s when you know you’ve really made it or “peaked,” as the kids say. If you’ve met any of the 4 prodigal Johns, then you totally get why this Family Assortment is flying off the shelves. It’s high time y’all heard it straight from the horsies mouths and find out what they’ve got in those water resistant, canvas saddle bags of theirs.
I’ve never had a “cool room.” Growing up in my Family Home, I wasn’t allowed to tape posters to the walls of my bedroom. My mother said the Scotch tape would make the paint peel and posters were distracting. My bed linens were ivory and beige. Honestly, my room looked like that of a Colonial chambermaid. For example, my dresser was from my grandmother’s collection of glossy, cherry and walnut pieces I didn’t appreciate at the time. I nearly destroyed the varnish when I spilled a bottle of nail polish remover while playing “beauty parlor” one afternoon. Still to this day, at the ripe(ish) age of 26, I keep my room relatively stark with the exception of my pink elephant duvet. All this said domicile decor shouldn't be like this. “Cool,” and practical are not, in fact, mutually exclusive when you have Deb Johns at the helm.